From Heart of Darkness
Originally Posted by Konrad
It was curious to see his mingled eagerness and reluctance to speak of Kurtz. The man filled his life, occupied his thoughts, swayed his emotions.
Have you ever felt this way?
I have. Recently - actually - before reading Heart of Darknes
s, someone asked me what I had done this summer. I had done so many interesting things, and the day before I was literally rehearsing how exactly to encapsulate what I had done. Yet, when asked, I did not divulge everything I had done. Something restrained me. I wonder what this something was - was it self-consciousness? Modesty?
What exactly is this restraining force that tempers our eagerness that Konrad writes of and I (and presumably many others) have experienced?